As he was hurtling towards the end of Primary School, and High School was fast approaching I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands.....well, Master 15 actually decided he HAD to know. It was feared that he would be eaten alive in High School if he didn't know the reality of the matter...and so I sat him down for "the talk".....(no, not that one, though that was had this year too....but that's a post for another day).
I gave him the raw and unvarnished truth...it left him a little shell shocked.
"So all these years YOU have been buying those presents?"
He took a while to soak it all in....was definitely less upset about the tooth fairy....he always found her a little creepy anyway.....and then went on his way just that little bit less innocent and trusting.
This new knowledge didn't appear to overly concern him....until Christmas was approaching and he decided it might affect the volume of his present haul. I explained that he would receive presents under the tree from us...not Santa. This caused it's own concern...no more waking up at 2.00am and checking what you got....now he would have to wait until we all woke up and actually "did" the presents.
Then he told me of his friends that still "really believe".....and still get visited by Santa.
Apparently most of them already know what they're getting for Christmas.
"How do they know if Santa is bringing them?" I ask.
"Cause they know where their Mum hides them...and they always look when she goes out."
HA!!!.....those wily little foxes!!
|Oh Merlin...how I longed for you|